I've been wondering that for a lot of time.
How does one person and another can get along so well that they call themselves friends? Should any of them have a supernatural ability to be likeable so that even other people are okay with them for what they are? What's the point of creating such a relationship?
I think I've had this kind of relationship in the past. But I'm not so sure since right now it's a distant memory from when I was 10 years old. Maybe it's easier for kids to get friends or to likeable?
When I feel down I got none to talk who isn't biased by living with me every single day. What if they are so used to me they don't like me for being who and what I am, but just because of being used to my presence?
I rarely talk about feelings. Not because I don't want, but because I don't think it would make any difference. What am I, if not a single grain of salt in a giant table for twelve in some fancy restaurant? The world and the universe is so big that how a dot of ash feels doesn't matter at all in the scale of bigger things.
I'm happy to have been part of this community for some time, I really do. But still, I feel alone. I got no friends, and I'm completely fine with that. But still, I always ask myself...
What is it like to have friends?
How does one person and another can get along so well that they call themselves friends? Should any of them have a supernatural ability to be likeable so that even other people are okay with them for what they are? What's the point of creating such a relationship?
I think I've had this kind of relationship in the past. But I'm not so sure since right now it's a distant memory from when I was 10 years old. Maybe it's easier for kids to get friends or to likeable?
When I feel down I got none to talk who isn't biased by living with me every single day. What if they are so used to me they don't like me for being who and what I am, but just because of being used to my presence?
I rarely talk about feelings. Not because I don't want, but because I don't think it would make any difference. What am I, if not a single grain of salt in a giant table for twelve in some fancy restaurant? The world and the universe is so big that how a dot of ash feels doesn't matter at all in the scale of bigger things.
I'm happy to have been part of this community for some time, I really do. But still, I feel alone. I got no friends, and I'm completely fine with that. But still, I always ask myself...
What is it like to have friends?
